You know when you
forget to breathe?

Well,
I forgot to write.

My mind's been cluttered up, you see;
things keep me up at night.

Shadows hiding in the halls--
things I've ignored for far too long--

You're right, perhaps I'm paranoid.

Or maybe you just forgot 
I'm mad

I'm mad, I'm sad, I tear my hair out
like I could ever spin this sad tale
into gold

At least I feel something.

Your eyes glitter in the dying sun,
a brilliant ruby red on the horizon
​like I've never seen before.
Has no one ever told you
words can hurt.
You stunned me
into silence;
I thought I must be invisible,
suffocating,
time slowing down,
counting heartbeats--
why did I let you
make me feel
this way

Go away
but the shadows creep
closer

Why must I infer
every shadow of intention,
every hidden meaning,
every action--
I guess I am a poet, 
but that's not the point--

Words seemed to lose
their sincerity.

Words are my solace,
I won't let you turn them
against me.

But I won't retreat
into my thoughts,

I'll burst with color:
like a supernova
they never saw coming,

written unto the stars
by yours truly